In the tunnel where it smelt of mold and upcoming nature, all of the soldiers stood tightly packed together. Anticipation swirled around creating a static like feel in the air. The only light in the tunnel was the flashing red lights indicating the emergency unfolding. I felt as though breathing was the most difficult task at hand in this moment, as each heated body touched one another, stealing everyone's one chance at fresh air.
A persistent warning siren rang, as the air suddenly shifted. A breeze started to come, sweeping through this impatient crowd of soldiers thirsty for blood. But not just any blood, council men blood. A series of battle cries erupted rather scattered, as some were still clueless as to what was happening. But I knew that sound and that smell.
And suddenly, there was light.
I am not afraid.
I am not afraid.
The crowd began to move, and adrenaline started to take over.
I am not afraid.
I stepped one foot onto the real green grass, and smelt the sweet smell of dew and-and,
Blood
My eyes were squinted and blurred as I began adjusting from total darkness to complete and utter light. But even through blurred vision, I could see the brutality of the battle field-the scorched nature and flailing men. I could taste gunpowder on my tongue, feel it coat my lungs.
The wrapped my fingers tightly around the handles of my-well Magnus'- Katana swords. The overwhelming feeling of survival entered my system. My eyes lowered into thin slits as my chin raised slightly.
No one leaves Alive.
YOU ARE READING
The Return
Fantasy"Monster." The word came out slow and slurred, I watched as his lips curled into a smile. I couldn't find my tongue. His cackle was deep, and reverberated through my soul. I felt the fragments of myself falling farther away. "And to think, I actual...
